r i t a.

Where there is gossip and drama, there is Rita Skeeter. And one can be sure that she’ll have all the filthy details before anyone else. Sometimes it appears like she’s everywhere and nowhere at once, and that’s precisely what makes her so dangerous; that and the fact that she’ll use everything she gets into her perfectly manicured hands to get to the top. Rita’s ambition can only be topped by her survival instinct.

[aitanax]

People ask me all the time what it is about Australia that produces so many big stars. Honestly, I believe it is a combination of things. Our education standards are quite high, but our industry is very limited. Yet we’re very aware of the industry - everyone goes to the theater, sees TV shows.

[skeething]

creatureofnightmares:

Those who knew him knew to respond quickly to his demands. He had made a show of turning the establishment upside down only a few weeks previous when a member of staff had leered to long at a female member of his pack and demanded respect of all who worked their. He had received it too, as he usually did. Sometimes only a display of violence or power would get him the respect and obedience that he deserved. He saw her lips curl upwards as the bartender rushed over and knew that she was at least a little impressed. “Scotch, on the rocks” he ordered after her, waving at the man to take his half empty drink from the table to replace it.

He smirked at her observation. “Your skills of observation and deduction are second to none” he complimented, throwing another hateful glance at the man in question, watching as the man attempted to act as if he wasn’t terrified when his eyes told anyone who saw them that he was about to piss himself. “Oh yes, we are very much acquainted. Bastard, scum” he spat, shaking his head. He often found himself dealing with low-life’s and con men but there were a few even he couldn’t stand. “The world would be a better place if someone murdered the twat but unfortunately, he has too much capital and too many deals that would go sour if he kicked the bucket”.

He didn’t care what he was divulging, the man was scum in his eyes and that was saying something, considering that Fenrir was a criminal himself. “What business did you have with him? Obviously, it rattled his cage” he asked, curiously, stroking his chin with his thumb and forefinger. If the blonde devil across from him could shake the man then she must know something worth his time. When the bartender brought the drinks back, Fenrir took one and handed one across to the woman. “Your drink, Miss…?”

         "Doesn't he just."    Spoken the way that another woman might stretch, might tangle a hand in her hair, might speak about crushes and romance. It was all that capital, all those deals, that had brought her after him like a shark scenting blood in the shallows. Walder had secrets. Ugly, nasty secrets galore just waiting to be cracked open and spilled out into the light of day and Rita she was positively aching to be the one who shucked him from his shell like an oyster. A public autopsy available exclusively on the Daily Prophet front page.

        Now she did bury a hand in her hair, long artist's fingers raking blonde waves away from her face as she tipped her head in the gesticulate equivalent of a long suffering sigh.   “Just delivering a few choice words a la ‘back off’ on behalf of a girlfriend with bad taste in men.”    The lie bloomed against the tongue, fitted itself there too easily         called itself sweetly simple instead of complex complication. Hyperbole was for print news and media, personal deception worked best unadorned and smooth. 

         She laid her hands against the table top again when the drinks manifested, hint of pleasure, hint of teeth catch in a smile as she drew hers closer and nestled it between her hands.  "Rita."    She lifted her glass with one hand, tilted it in wordless invitation for a toast ( why hello there and so nice to meet you said without saying ).     "And yours?"

[skeething]

girl talk  • rita & emma

       Rita was not having the best night.        It was really goddamned shit, actually, what with the source of her discontent being thrown in her face at every literal turn. She’d been seething for the better part of the day and by the time she put in an appearance on Emma’s doorstep with a bottle of wine and a list of grievances against the world it was with slow burn frustration simmering just beneath her skin. It broils over the instant the other woman opens the front door.

          “ Have you seen this? ”          The this in question was a copy of the Prophet, held aloft and fanned through the air in a brisk gesture that was all fuming irritation coiled right around a wrist and indication of rhetorical question given the little time given for actual visuals. It was a rhetorical question. Of course Emma had seen it        everyone had. Full page black and wide spread of the Grodzisk Goblins’ star seeker and sports columnist Magdalene Hallowes’ name in fat black type at the top.    “ I spend half a week writing a Quidditch think piece and it gets overshadowed by Hallowes and her five paragraph fallation of Josef fucking Wronski, as if practically hurtling yourself off your broom deserves to be headline news. She is running the entire publication into the ground. ” 

      Haha! into the ground. Get it!? Because he does the Wronski Feint. Ugh. Rita made a face, heels clicking against the floor as she stepped inside.    “ I need a drink. And a buddy. And since you’re the buddy who’ll best understand why this deserves a drink            ”    she waggled the bottle, surveying the room around her with one long, lazy, freewheeling glance.    “ Got a bottle opener? ”

  @emma-vxnity

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[icapturetheperiodpieces]

Penny Dreadful (TV series)

[skeething]

❤

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ship: bad romance

[skeething]

RITA & SELINA – BAD ROMANCE

Q: Are you a bad person?                   A:  Depends who you ask.

[skeething]

mvlciber:

            Usually when Cassius went out for a drink he had one of two purposes, one drink and then head home or to find someone to have a little fun with. Tonight wasn’t any different. One drink and then home, that was the plan. Though the longer he sat surrounded by the filth of the wizarding world the more he contemplated killing someone. Luckily before he could do anything rash the door to the bar swung open and he couldn’t believe who he saw walking in.

            She was impossible to miss as she came into the bar, the door banging loudly shut behind her. Not a thing had changed since the last time he saw her. He shamelessly let his eyes wander her body as she walked to the bar. While everyone else’s attention drifted back to their drinks, he kept his eyes locked on the older woman. 

            Beauty and elegance like her’s did not belong in a dump like this. He watched her carefully as she talked to Walder, another of the bar’s regular customers like himself. Walder wasn’t exactly known for being a kind man, so Cassius could only assume that she was tracking some story through him. As the two continued talking it became evident that the conversation was not going her way, though she was acting like she had complete control.

            Then she turned and headed straight towards Cassius’ table. He smiled at her as she sat down. He shot Walder a threatening look over her shoulder and then turned his attention back to her as she spoke.  Now that she was sitting close to him, he could tell she had matured physically since the last time he saw her. She was gorgeous, more beautiful than she had been before. Fuck, why was everyone in his life so attractive? 

            “Rita, you aren’t buying me a drink just to make up for that time you wouldn’t sleep with me are you?” He winked at her and then proceeded to laugh at how ridiculous the sentence sounded. “I see you’re getting yourself into some trouble with Walder over there. Do I even want to ask what information you needed from him? I didn’t know you were one to go scraping the bottom of the sewer for sources.”

       "Don't think I didn't come equipped with a hazmat suit and a vat of bleach for slumming."  She'd slogged through deeper trenches of degeneracy than this in her cut throat, indomitable climb to where she now was. She was more than prepared to sink her manicured hands all the way up to her thin white wrists in muck if it meant getting a good story. For a self-indulgent woman who worshiped at the alter of highfalutin glamour, Rita was granite serious when it came to her job. No lengths were too far, even if those lengths including associating with a man who was the human equivalent of garbage on a hot day.

     With a half glimmer of a smile and a cant of her head, she dragged a long look over Cassius from stem to stern and doesn't even pretend she's going to touch his question about exactly what she's investigating. Rita didn't trust anyone, least of all the wily band of societal superiors among whose number she counts herself. Instead that smile of hers deepend just a touch; more elfin eyed mischief and less chandelier charm as she called over the server with a waved hand a look flicked over her shoulder.

        "My friend here will have a Mai Tai. Extra cherries. Two umbrellas. Pink, preferably; its his favorite color. There's a chap."    A winsome tip of her head for the bartender's surly scowl before the man turned away. Cocktails were not exactly on the menu in a place like this and Rita imagined what they'd ultimately get would be rum in a glass sans any trappings whatsoever. Back to Mulciber then; elbows propped on the table top, fingers together and chin rested atop the back of pale knuckles.   " I'd ask what a nice boy like you is doing in a joint like this but frankly, it's right up your alley. Are you planning to misbehave, Tiny Whispers? "

[skeething]

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  broship: beauty is terror

[skeething]

RITA & CYRUS -- BEAUTY IS TERROR

I admit, I am an asshole. But I got a nice booty and my hair soft so I feel like I deserve the best like ????

[blythestethics]

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[skeething]

“WHOSE SAVAGE QUILL HAS PUNCTURED MANY.”

NAME: Rita Isole Skeeter

Where there is gossip and drama, there is Rita. And one can be sure that she’ll have all the FILTHY DETAILS before anyone else. Sometimes it appears like she’s everywhere and nowhere at once, and that’s precisely what makes her so DANGEROUS; that and the fact that she’ll use everything she gets into her perfectly manicured hands to get to the top. Rita’s AMBITION can only be topped by her survival instinct. She’ll do whatever is necessary to be on the winning side of this war and get the best outcome from it.

AGE: Twenty Seven BIRTH DATE: December 24th BLOODSTATUS: Pureblood OCCUPATION: Gossip Correspondent for The Daily Prophet AFFILIATION: Death Eaters 

FATHER:  Cian Bram Skeeter MOTHER: Aimee Renee Skeeter ( née Selwyn ) OLDER SIBLING(S): Armand Yuseff Skeeter. Grayson Jon Skeeter.  Eloise Camille Skeeter. YOUNGER SIBLING(S): Nicolai Rohan Skeeter. Nina Delphine Skeeter. Isla Regine Skeeter.  Ulysses Asa Skeeter. Ira Eugene Skeeter. 

HOUSE: Ravenclaw STAR SIGN: Capricorn              Ravenclaws born under the sign of Capricorn excel at their studies, because they have both a love of knowledge for its own sake and a deep desire to use that knowledge to gain prestige or authority. They are disciplined students with acute perception and shrewd minds; they might take a little longer to reach conclusions than their peers, but their conclusions tend to be more well thought out and thorough. They have dry, ironic wit and are fond of making subtle jokes that only those blessed with intelligence and perception can understand. There's not much that these wizards miss; they usually know what is going on long before anybody else does.

LIKES: Roses. The Seaside. Awkward Silences. Puzzles. Reading. Brandy. Music Boxes. Cereal. Decadence. Celebrity. Traveling. Strangers. Modern Art. Big dogs. DISLIKES: Her Family. Poultry. Mess & Disorder. Sanctimoniousness. Stagnancy. Competition. Philosophy. The Hospital. Sharing. Second Hand Anything. Cats. The fact that her birthday gets overshadowed by Christmas Eve.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Persuasive, Creative, Quick-witted, Spontaneous NEGATIVE TRAITS: Catty, Nosy, Cunning, Overambitious 

ABOUT RITA SKEETER

The quintessential embodiment of the ‘Slytherclaw’: intelligent, creative, curious, and bright eyed fascinated by the world but also ruthlessly ambitious, arrogantly self-interested, and with a talent for finding other people’s soft spots so she knows just where to stick a proverbial knife and twist if need be.  

The product of parents preoccupied with a wealth lost a long time ago, who mass reproduced in hopes that more children meant more chances that one of them would make it big and be golden goose for them to mooch off of ( it goes without saying that Rita ended up being said goose ), resulting in a family of eleven where she got lost in the shuffle unless she elbowed her way to the front. ( Moreover in a small home with eight siblings, there is no such thing as respect for privacy and so, almost spitefully, adult Rita disregards the rest of the world’s right to the same ). But you can’t, as they say, keep a good witch down. Rita is a force of nature; a brassy, bold tsunami of literary talent and questionable execution, of meaningfully pointed inquiries and bright-as-Parisian-sunshine-smiles ( despite being extremely English, but the cloudy British weather doesn’t even come close to being a good analogy for the sheer high-beam brilliance of Rita’s grin ). She’s a woman of laser focus and dogged determination – when Rita wants something she gets it for herself, even if she has to illegally learn to turn into a fucking beetle or throw her hat in with a dark cabal and their megalomaniac leader. She may be pureblooded, but she is new to privilege and even newer to power and it’s always been something she’s craved.

Ultimately, she is a fairly NORMAL person. On her own time she very nearly chain-smokes – tries to quit on a regular basis, never quite makes it – drinks martini after olive-choked martini, spends more than she ought, succumbs a little too easily to her own whims, sits hunched over at desks or in coffee houses or bars or her sofa at home and she writes and types with the silent, mouthing-words intensity of a woman obsessed. Loves the freedom of solitude, but is fascinated by people and shows her pleasures very openly. She is NOT the tremble-when-she-speaks ideological warrior, and yet here she is keeping up with the Kardashians Death Eater . So will she adapt to the violence and black deed necessary to secure her position or will she realize that the self-serving indifference with which she’s ruined lives is not so easy to maintain when she’s ending them?

[skeething]

Have you ever lied to a friend to get ahead?

send my muse ‘have you evers’ and they have to answer truthfully

      “I’m lying to four different friends right now.”

[skeething]

Have you ever had sex in public?

send my muse ‘have you evers’ and they have to answer truthfully

           “A date tried once. I left him standing balls out on the Head of the DMLE’s balcony. You peasants enjoy your voyeuristic sex if you like, I want 800 thread count sheets, full nudity, and the freedom to be loud.”

[rpmemesandmusings]

send my muse ‘have you evers’ and they have to answer truthfully!

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[skeething]

@mvlciber

[rabbitinthemoon-blog]

My girlishness has sharp teeth.

Kristen Orser